THE SLEAZE, the club

(Continued from The Pilot…)

He came here via the innocently sleazy joint called The Sleaze.

Sandeep had promised him not much of a rose garden but Wench was going to find enough to keep him happy for days.
Weeks maybe.
"Not months", Sandeep thought. "He isn’t that hopeless.

Although he knew the precise point where Wench Boy would go wrong.

"Sandeep! What should I wear?" Wench lifted Sandeep’s skinny Spiderman tee shirt they had bought from Churchgate up his shoulders hoping his nipples would catch his eyes. It turned out to be too tight for Sandeep but fit Wench like a dream.

Wench Boy was learning the nuances of kitsch.

"Super heroes are cool but local super heroes like Shaktimaan are even better. The trashier the snobbier. It’s as simple as that. You may sport a Roy Lichtenstien on your chest but everyone has done that once. How many self proclaiming chic people in India would wear Hrithik Roshan or Sharukh Khan?"

He had made sense.

"Say something?" Sandeep was lost in his thoughts.
Their hostel room door was closed as usual. Most boys kept theirs open. Even when they changed clothes. In fact they were encouraged to do so. The warden liked the idea of lack of privacy. But they were asked to shut themselves after 9 and to only go out to pee pee or poo poo, shower optional.
Such a contradiction was beyond Sandeep’s understanding.

"So if he doesn’t want to us to have sex with each other why must we endure each other’s half naked bodies in broad daylight?" He would muse.
He later figured that the warden must belief that students get antsy only after dark when the lazy guard retires.

Queens need privacy the most and everyone should know that.

The boys giggled over the conspicuous shut door often among other behavioral peculiarities of Sandeep and Wench. Sandeep was still better off. He showed traces of machismo, now and then. Wench Boy could never.

"What should I wear?" He persisted as Sandeep stared about blankly.
He was proceeding to take off his jeans to try on Sandeep’s silk pajamas.
Lately he had become comfortable being naked around Sandeep.
Sandeep did not have to work hard on that.
Although Wench still had trouble stifling a hard on when Sandeep took off his clothes. So they took turns without Sandeep being aware of it. Never would you catch them both naked at the same time.

"Wear your Spiderman." He said in a matter of fact tone.

"But it reaches my navel and I don’t have low rise jeans. All I have is stuff from Paleo Age."

"Get a life!"

Night fell and Wench did a bad job with his mono brow.

They would go to Colaba. Have burgers and bacon at Mondegar and head to The Sleaze, the club that sat sandwiched between Leopold and a shoe shop.
11 should be OK. Only the hookers in shiny white would be early.

"One. Two Three. Go!" Sandeep started running up the stairs.

He never fails to shock me.

Wench Boy loved all the stupidity Sandeep Chaabra had to offer and he consumed it all with utmost fervor.

(to be continued…)